I’m stressed and depressed. I ate a box of peanut butter patties for dinner and instead of going on the treadmill afterwards for some exercise, I walked to the mailbox. E-- called when I was about halfway down the driveway. “Can’t talk,” I told her. “I’m working out.”

I’m thinking about breaking up with her. When I got back into the house, I called T-- to talk it over. He wanted the details, so I began with dinner.